Master Odell’s Secret Ex wife

PROLOGUE

I don't want to get married now. I am not ready. I love someone else, Dylan. Help me beg Father; he listens to what you say, D. Mia was desperately pleading with her older brother to plead her case to her father.

"It's beyond my power, Mia. Our father has made his mind up, and you know how scary he can be if he doesn't have things done his way," Dylan said.

"Who am I getting married to, D? At least you can tell me that." D is usually what Mia calls her older brother; it's the pet name given by her to Dylan.

"XAVIER SINCLAIR. Does the name ring a bell?" Dylan asked Mia based on her shocked reaction.

"Who doesn't know the Sinclair family? They are a billionaire conglomerate family in the country."

But most of all, Mia was shocked because she never expected her high school and college crush to be who she was marrying.

She read so well to be accepted into the same college as Xavier, just Princeton, just because of her one-sided crush she has for him, and he never noticed her, and now that is who she is getting married to.

"I agree; I am going to marry him," Mia exclaimed with excitement.

The marriage is not a love marriage; it's more like a business deal between two rich families. Mia's father's business was on the brink of bankruptcy, and he needed the alliance with the Sinclairs to save his company, but Mia had a different reason for agreeing to the union. Xavier had always been her crush since high school, but she never approached him until the marriage decision.

Xavier is a playboy and never wanted to be tied down to one woman. It wasn't Mia's wish to just cause turmoil in his life.

In the early days of their marriage, he didn't even look at her, talk to her, or touch her.

On their wedding night, he left her in the room, only for him to come back drunk with female lipstick on his shirt. But slowly, things began changing between them. The sexual frustration between the two of them got loose after one night of passion when he was at his lowest. He lost his lover and girlfriend.

He was depressed and down and needed comfort, and as if fate played a trick on them, Mia was not feeling good herself and needed friendly comfort, and he was just the right person at the time.

The comfort from each other turned into a night of passion.

The look in his eyes changed from just lust to total admiration upon finding out that he was Mia's first.

3 YEARS AFTER

Mia woke up early today to prepare a special meal for her husband before he left for work. Today was special to her, as it's their third anniversary as a married couple.

She looked to her side to see the man she had given her heart to soundly asleep. He looked so peaceful and handsome at the same time. A blush crept on her face.

His lips looked so tempting that all she wanted to do was kiss them. Unable to resist, she moved closer, hoping to steal a tender kiss, but as she leaned in, his eyes opened, catching her in the act, and it held no emotion.

"Good morning, love." She greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning". He just replied plainly when he stood up from the bed, went to the bathroom to get his bath, and got ready for work.

They make love literally every day, yet it lacks passion and affection, more like an obligation to Xavier.

He no longer found pleasure with her; it felt forced for him to think they used to be madly in love.

He blames her for what happened two years ago, and honestly, she don't blame him. The guilt she feel is immeasurable; 

"If only I had listened to him," Mia agonized, as the guilt of that fateful incident, that transformed their love into something unrecognizable.

Mia went downstairs to prepare his favorite breakfast omelet and also made sure to make his coffee for him black, just as he liked it, with the help of Mrs. Adams, their maid.

Xavier came down while adjusting his Rolex watch, looking sexy in his black tuxedo suit.

He just went straight for the door, ignoring the food on the table.

"Are you not going to eat your breakfast?" Mia asked him. He stopped to look at her; his face stayed calm and expressionless. There were no obvious smiles or frowns, just a composed demeanor.

"Do I report to you why I am not eating? I am not just hungry, he said" with a cold voice, hoping she would not disturb him any further.

As usual, it didn’t bother her that he treated her this way. She knows that lately he has been stressed about a deal that is not going through. And that has made him a little distant with her, but that was just an excuse.